I sat onmy bed,shaking and crying in fear.My parents had beaten me again, and the effects were strong. Pain wracked through my ribcage, where I was sure at least one rib was broken.My leg writhed in pain whenI tried to move it.I probably broke it or sprained it.
I looked over at my bedside table and reached formy cell phone.Flipping it open,I called my boyfriend,Liam.The phone rang two times before he picked up.
"Hey,Lane!" he said, obviously happy to talk to her.
"Liam,I need you to come pick me up."I croaked out,my voice only reaching a whisper.
"I'll be there in a minute." He said before hanging up.
His voice sounded panicked and in a hurry.I tried to stop crying and pulled myself off the bed.I pulled on the blue jacket Liam gave me and put myself phone in the pocket.I cracked open my door and heard my parents screaming.I cringed,knowing I'd have to go down stairs and see them.I waited, the same way I always did, to hear the usual knock on the door.When I heard it I slowly opened the door again.
"What do you want?" I heard my mother, Luara, scream.
"I'm here to pick up Lane." Liam said.
His voice sounded calm,but I knew he wanted to scream at Luara.
"Fine,whatever,she's in her room." Luara spat.
I heard Liam's foot steps coming up the stairs and I opened the door all the way.I saw him comeinto the haalwayand I ran out of my room.He opened his arms and I gladly went into them.We stood there for a few minutes before he pulled away.Liam had dark, golden-brown hair, dark brown eyes,and dimples.He looked down at me.
"What happen?" He asked.
"Not here.In the car." I said.
He nodded and took my hand.He went down the stairs first,placing me behind him as if he were sheilding me.